Friday, May 13, 2016

Going Home (for a spin-in)

There's a little saying,

"You can't go home again."

I simply have to disagree.This past weekend, I had the privilege of heading home.I awoke early and was on the road by 6:45AM.I decided to go "the back way" since I hadn't been that way for 20 some-odd years.It was spectacular.

(If only the power lines weren't there.)Later, I told my dad I could have stopped just about anywherepast a certain point - and just stopped.I mean time, living, whatever.Not in a morbid way, just a content and peaceful way.Rolling green meadows meeting the forest tree lineagainst a backdrop of snow-capped mountains.Perhaps I should preface this outing just a little.As a kid, we moved quite a bit - no not military,just gypsies I suppose.I wasn't scarred or emotionally damaged by it.It's just what it was.However, when we moved to Prairie City, Oregon, I was home.Have you ever been someplace where you just seem to "belong?"It's as though you were born there in another life, orthat perhaps God Himself had ushered you to this place?That's what the saying "Home is where your heart is" means.It's a feeling not only in your heart, but your very being.Sometimes I think folks who move often just haven't found that place yet.Prairie City is a little idyllic town of roughly 1000 people - give or take.And, I wasn't going for a funeral or passing through on my way to or fromsome other event.I went for a spin-in at Roan Coffee House.And may I just say, it was superb!12-15 of us gathered for the sole purpose of enjoying ourselves.So to re-cap:we met to enjoy ourselves while partaking in a craft we appreciate,in a completely picturesque place with perfect weather, and there was coffee.Sounds horrible huh?

7 comments:

sounds like you really went home what a lovely time, I thin I might be one of the unlucky ones that has not found home yet. Like you we moved around a lot Dad was a Vicar and seemed to move every 4 years until I was 15 then we stayed in Manchester, not nice as we had been in villages before that.

I felt that 'home/heaven' connection when I flew into Maui for the very first time. Like that is where I was meant to be / live. I won't ever get to, but I know the feeling of which you speak. Thank you for sharing!

I am lucky to live in a place I am happy to call home. Been here all my life too, which makes it even better. Just the thought of an entire weekend in a place you love, doing what you love - has to be my idea of heaven.

There is a place at the water's edge where the pixies dance, the deer graze and a bossy chipmunk chatters orders from a nearby pine. Here I am, appreciating the quality and craftsmanship of many old items and attempting to live as naturally, healthily, and sustainably as possible. Some folks might call that old-fashioned; we call it responsible.

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